I find it hard to remember something so solid, marble and inevitable comparisons to the rain Sunday in Alpine, split into two like an apple, one part for books and other church.
The frame powder of my reading that morning was a prelude to the liturgy of the August numb parish priest of Bonzo (who, despite the name arsonist is a charming little village is not beat the sun for a good part of the year) provided a quick glance at the celebrations of exegetical 'anti-America present in the form of uplifting stories, the pages of Reader's Digest Selection.
stories like 'The bomber in Portland "- none other than a girl bolsheviks enmeshed and made some schoolboy that infiltration of Caucasian origin - or articles in the form of panegyric on the production of U.S. automobiles in 1965, did they peep from faded advertising Nutella, with skiers ruddy bundled up in sweaters sharp two-tone.
was one of those skeletal Sunday in late September, before the function to which I would go, thinking how the hell I spent the last day of vacation just like a dog owner to which they have poisoned the faithful friend, an ambulance he flashes his starry blue above the plaster of the house had come to take my grandfather ("They had come to take" is a phrase that has become, over time, a particular color, a gradient from the Gestapo or Stalin's OGPU and in fact the wail of sirens, if he promises an 'island of calm and relaxation, sometimes turns into deportation to stateless persons and those satellites that dot the neutral geography of our nebulae cement hospitals).
few days later my grandfather would have released its latest and intimate matter - which is what it seems to conclude the essence of our fragile individuals in the sheath of a few syllables crumpled - the cracked wall of municipal notices, leaving the faint shadow of that take accommodation in the hotel for hours of family memories. Happen before the burial I went to the morgue of the hospital and it was there that I saw the lady with the flower on her lips.
His coffin was adjacent to that of the grandfather, this deaf community of beings who met strangers ever before, lighted, by contrast, the opaque and vulnerable rib on which stands the monumental building of our links and relationships (disappear constantly, each other).
If the large circle surrounding the body of his grandfather gave them a license to "reputation" or at least was an indication of how many there were people who had known, estimated, perhaps even hated, his roommate did not seemed to enjoy the same favor and lay abandoned in her last bed, private last viaticum accompanying the deceased.
The thing that surprised me most was, however - and by virtue of selfishness imaginative and macabre curiosity that often coexist in a child, though he can look good and loving - a detail that would prove a harbinger of phosphorescent dream-like films, able to hallucinate my future nights. As I approached the coffin past the lower lip of a lady who seemed to sort of lump crystallized, as though it were foreign to his body and lodged there by a gust of wind, the habit of a relative or gemologist from the care of a delicate violator of salt mortuary .
A small, pretty little flower bloomed, at the corner of his lips and gave an almost dead to the old heights, it seemed that Mrs. claim a 'last show of coquetry before the final seal cover his departure.
Shortly thereafter taken to dreaming about for a while and I must say that not all colors of the dream were impregnated on a dark or frightening, despite period has elapsed and the vestiges of those dreams that do not allow a glimpse of the material crushed in the bottom of the dark years, survived the collapse image is detached at times from those ruins to come up to me and uttered with a sort of unspoken language Morse and his intermittent melancholy message (the fruit, the latter, the effect of impression on the film product of dreams? Who knows, maybe a quiet prayer to remember).
I learned later, snatching part of a speech delivered by my grandmother to one of his old friend, that the cause of death was due to the excessive increase in the levels of bilirubin in the blood, or to put it more prosaically that the old lady suffered from time jaundice and that this, causing a leakage of body fluids solidificatisi after death, had adorned the face of the corpse as a spring day may, interpolated to the plane of the seasons, knocking at the gates of autumn in disguise.
Sciarlselisé
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